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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.