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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.