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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.