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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.