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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.