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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.