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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.