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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Technova,
The Human League,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.