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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
X-101,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.