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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 cv313 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.