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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.