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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.