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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.