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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Magma,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.