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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 La Düsseldorf 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.