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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Monolake,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.