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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.