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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.