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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.