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 Belize 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Index,
Scientists,
Monks,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.