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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.