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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore 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?
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.