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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.