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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.