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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.