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 Panama 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.