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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.