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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.