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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.