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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.