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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.