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 Iraq and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.