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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
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.