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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.