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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.