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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.