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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.