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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.