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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.