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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
UT,
KRS-One,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.