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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.