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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.