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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.