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 Botswana and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.