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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Remains,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.