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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.