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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
John Holt,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.