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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.