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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.