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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.