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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Slits,
The Evens,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
the Association,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.