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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.