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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.