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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Index,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.