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 Guatemala 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.