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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.