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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
DNA,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.