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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.