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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.