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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.