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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Gong,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.