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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
New Order,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.