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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw 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?
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Brick,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
PIL,
Monks,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.