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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
X-101,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.