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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.