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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.