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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.