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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
The Cure,
The Wake,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Magma,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.