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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.