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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Television,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.