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 Cape Verde 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.