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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.