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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.