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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.