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 Greece and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Smog,
The Monks,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.