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 Libya 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Q65,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.