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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.