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 Ethiopia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.