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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.