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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.