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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.