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 Gambia and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.