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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.