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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.