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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.