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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.