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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.