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 Nigeria 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.