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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.