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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.