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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.