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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
The Wake,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.