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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.