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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.