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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
X-101,
MC5,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
The Move,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Can,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.