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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.