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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.