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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.