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 China 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.