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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
JFA,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.