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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.