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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.