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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ludus to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.