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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.