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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.