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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.