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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Organ,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.