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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Names to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.