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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.