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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.