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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.