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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Josef K,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.