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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.