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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Television,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.