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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Faust,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.