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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.