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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Magma,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.