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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Visage,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.