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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.