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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
June Days,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.