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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.