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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.