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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.