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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Crime,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.