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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Kayak,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.