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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.