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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.