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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.