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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.