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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
UT,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.