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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.