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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.