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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.