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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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The Remains,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.