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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Erasure,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.