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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.