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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.