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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.