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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.