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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.