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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Television,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.