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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Organ,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.