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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.