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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.