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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Can,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.