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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
The Names,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.