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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.