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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Babytalk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.