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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.