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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.