Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.