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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.