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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
MDC,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Television,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.