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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.