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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.