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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.