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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Gong,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.