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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Visage,
The Martian,
the Germs,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
The Names,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.