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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.