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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.