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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.