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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.