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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip 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?
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Technova,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.