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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.