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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Pole,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
UT,
CMW,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.