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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Gong,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.