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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.