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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.