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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Visage,
The Kinks,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.