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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.