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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.