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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.