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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.