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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.