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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Interpol,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.