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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.