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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.