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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Brick 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
a-ha,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.