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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.