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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans 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?
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.