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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
AZ,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.