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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Television,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.