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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.