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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.