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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.