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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Television,
X-102,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.