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 Panama 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.