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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.