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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.