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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Index,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.