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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.