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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.