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 Serbia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.