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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.