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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Make Up,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.