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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.