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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.