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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
the Slits,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.