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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.