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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.