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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Blossom Toes 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Wings,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.