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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.