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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.