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 Gambia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.