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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
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.