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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.