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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.