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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.