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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Brick,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.