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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.