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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Can,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.