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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.