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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Visage,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.