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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
The Doors,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.