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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.