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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.