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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.