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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Mars,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
New Order,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.