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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.