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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.