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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.