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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
JFA,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.