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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.