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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.