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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.