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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.