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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.