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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Slave to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.