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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Interpol,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.