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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.