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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.