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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.