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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.