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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 Lou Reed 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.