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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.