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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.