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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.