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 Fiji and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.