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 Guinea 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 808 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.