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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.