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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.