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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.