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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.