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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.