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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.