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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Television,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Japan,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.