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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Visage,
June Days,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.