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 Luxembourg 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.