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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.