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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
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.