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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Brick,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.