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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.