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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Smog,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.