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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.