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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.