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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.