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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.