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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Gang Green 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.