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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.