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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.