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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.