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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.