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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.