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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Nas,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.