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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Q65,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.