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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.