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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.