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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.