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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.