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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.