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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Gong,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.