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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.