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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Barracudas to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.