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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.