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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Cymande,
MC5,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.