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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.