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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.