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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 China Crisis 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.