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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.