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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.