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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Urselle,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.