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 France and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.