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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.