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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.