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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.