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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Trojans to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.