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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.