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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.