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 France and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.