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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
The Evens,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.