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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.