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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans 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?
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.