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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.