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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
This Heat,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.