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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Wire,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.