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 United States and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.