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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.