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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Television,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.