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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.