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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.