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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 The Motions to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.