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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.