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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.