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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.