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 Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Television,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.