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 Korea South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 a-ha to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.