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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.