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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Can,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.