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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.