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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.