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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.