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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.