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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.