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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.