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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.