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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.