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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.