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 Tonga 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.