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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.