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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 London and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.