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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Milan and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the punk 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 The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
UT,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.