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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.