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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.