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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.