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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.