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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.