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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
the Normal,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.