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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.