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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.