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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Model 500,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.