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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.