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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.