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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
cv313,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.