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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
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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.