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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
MDC,
the Swans,
Scion,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.