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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.