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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.