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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.