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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.