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 Benin 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.