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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
the Association,
Can,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.