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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.