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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.