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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.