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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.