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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.