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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.