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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.