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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
the Association,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.