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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.