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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Mars,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.