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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.