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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
The Litter,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.