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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.