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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Slave,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.