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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.