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 Djibouti and from London.
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 Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.