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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.