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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.