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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Unwound,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.