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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.