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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.