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 Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.