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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.