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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.