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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.