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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.