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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.