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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.