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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.