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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
X-102,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.