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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.