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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Slave,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.