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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B 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?
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Babytalk,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.