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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.