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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.