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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
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Nas,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.