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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.