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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.