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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.