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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.