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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jandek,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Slave,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.