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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.