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 India and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
AZ,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.