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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 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 The Monochrome Set 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.