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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.