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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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?
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The Index,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Magma,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.