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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.