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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.