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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.