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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.