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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.