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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.