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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.