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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.