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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.