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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 PIL to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.