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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Organ,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.