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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.