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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.