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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.