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 Bahrain 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.