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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.