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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.