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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Henry Cow 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.