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 Libya 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.