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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.