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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.