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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.