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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.