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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Amon Düül II 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Scion,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.