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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1960 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.