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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Can,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
PIL,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.