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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.