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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
MC5,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.