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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Quantec,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.