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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.