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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Normal,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.