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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.