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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.