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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Symarip,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.