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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.