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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.