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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
The Names,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.