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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.