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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Motorama,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.