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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.