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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.