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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.