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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.