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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.