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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.