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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.