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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
10cc,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.