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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.