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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.