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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.