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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.