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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.