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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.