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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Scion,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.