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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.