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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.