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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.