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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.