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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.