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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.