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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.