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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Amazonics 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.