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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
the Germs,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.