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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Rekid,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.