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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.