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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.