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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.