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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.