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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Audionom,
Wire,
Brick,
MC5,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.