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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.