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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.