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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.