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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.