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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.