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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.