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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.