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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.