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 Antigua 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.