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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.