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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.