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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
cv313,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.