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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.