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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.