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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.