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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.