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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.