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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.