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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Skriet,
JFA,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.