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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.