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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.