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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Kayak,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.