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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.