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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.