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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.