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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.