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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.