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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.