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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.