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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.