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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.