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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.