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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.