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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.