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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.