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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.