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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.