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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.