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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.