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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.