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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.