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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
MDC,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Ossler,
June Days,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.