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 Cambodia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
PIL,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
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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.