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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.