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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Niagra to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.