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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.