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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.