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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.