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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.