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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.