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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.