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 Ireland 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.