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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.