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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.