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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.