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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.